A man who raises his children
Biological or not
Caring and concerned for their welfare
Doting and dependable of their every move
Each and every day he works so hard
For his family, making sure they have enough
Glad to be their provider, the
Head of household, husband, father
Inspirational speaker
Jovially joyous in his demeanor
Kind and knowing in any circumstance
Loved by all
Motivating his children to be better
Never cruel always polite
One of a kind
Protecting proud man
Quietly unassuming
Respected, reliable, responsible
Sacrificing, supportive
Teacher of good
Understanding even in discord
Vigorously
Wise and watchful
Xylographer extraordinaire
Youthful strength and
Zealous supporter of his family
Categories:
head of household, father,
Form: Abecedarian
Justly fallen, infinity seventy,
Written woes, failures fallen prey
Responsibility introduces itself to "Forgiveness", an immediate family tree connection, all held accountable beyond agony of chaotic miseries, memories cemented forevermore,
Blood line thickens, claiming grudge fulfilled lives, before their time, a rare commodity in a known community of an "Eye for an Eye" district, county, cities, countries, now, inducted
Baptized in sincerity, key element, head of household, "Forgiveness".
Categories:
head of household, forgiveness,
Form: Sonnet
Complexity of their makeup would have caused more fright.
It’s too bad all the episodes were in black and white.
In the mid-sixties on television we would see,
this strange group that was not your typical family.
Nobody would ever consider these folks as “plain”.
They resided at thirteen-thirteen Mockingbird Lane.
Head-of-household Herman was a Frankenstein monster.
Lily, Grandpa, and son Eddie were each a vampire.
They all lived in a dark and dusty haunted mansion.
Living with them was a pretty blonde female cousin.
Unlike the others, this sweet doll’s name was Marilyn.
She would not understand why her dates would never stay.
One good look at her folks, and they would all run away.
Each week, this bunch would be in a new predicament.
They never failed to provide funny entertainment.
Categories:
head of household, nostalgia, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
I was raised to be a man’s woman.
I was taught to cook and sew.
I was taught to be submissive.
I was shown a picture of my father
and told he was the head of household.
I was shown a picture of my brother
and told, he was a man among men.
I was shown a picture, of my mother
and told she lived to serve a man.
I was shown a picture of myself
and told I would find a man.
There is so much reference to him
it is difficult to reference myself.
Reaching for myself like reaching
through water for a fish.
She is a gold and brown spotted coy,
shiny, slippery, illusive to my touch,
but he is quicker, more practiced
in the art of catching fish,
and as he touches me
I define myself,
I am a man’s woman.
I was born to be a man’s woman,
bone of his bone and all that.
I was taught to comfort a man,
to be his helpmate, his consolation,
his encouragement, his inspiration.
I have been to a dozen men,
what I’ve never been to myself.
He handles my coy roughly,
and she hides in a corner
of the aquarium.
If I could catch hold of her,
I’d take her out of this fish tank,
set her free in the big pond.
Categories:
head of household, angst, confusion, introspection,
Form: Free verse